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Police Accident~Brendon Urie

|You'll understand the title later, I promise ;)|

"911, what's your emergency?" I answered quickly, listening and reporting the address and situation as it happened. Chief nodded and sighed anxiously. "Officer Smith and Officer Urie to the cars, Joseph and Taylor in the car behind them. Let's go, boys," he allowed for Brendon to come and hug me before he went, seeing as he's my boyfriend.

He allowed the same for Jackson (Taylor) because he's my brother. So, without last names, it's Spencer and Brendon in the main car and Jackson and Tyler in the other. I sighed and let go of Jackson. "Be careful, all of you," I said, smiling and turning back to the phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" I answered in a neutral voice like I was trained to do.

About ten minutes after Brendon's call, and a lot of 10-4's (ok's), there was a code red. Obviously, that isn't good. "Hey, operator 852," its Brendon. "Officer Urie?" I asked, panic starting to flood my insides. "Look, we got a dude with a gun, I know I'm supposed to give codes but fuck that shit. Come on, Operator 852, send help . . . QUICK!" He shrieked the last word and I flung off my headset.

"Chief Greene! Chief! The boys need your help," I shouted down the hall, leaving him shocked in his room. "Ok," he said and pressed a button for the intercom. "Officers Baker, Sanders, Reynolds, and Jesse, go to Urie's call . . . now!"

I had to stay calm as part of my job, but how can I? It's my boyfriend, brother, and friends out there! Not to mention the people they're supposed to be helping.

I kept up my job while trying to keep tabs on it. I heard an explosion and screaming and I immediately radioed in to see what happened.

"Group 809, what's happening?" I waited but got no response. "Group 809, what's your status?" I repeated and no response. After multiple tries from multiple people, I slipped easily into a panic attack. I excused myself and went into the bathroom and slumped against the door with my knees to my chest.

1. 2. 3. 4.

1. 2. 3. 4.

I continued counting at a steady pace in my head, tapping my foot as my breathing evened out. I took a deep breath to be sure it was over. I went over to the sink and turned on the water and wet my hands, splashing water onto my face.

I didn't look in the mirror so I could still have some dignity as I left the bathroom. The chief was waiting outside the door. "Chief Greene, I'm sorry I just –"

"No, Kaylie, it's ok. It's your friends, not to mention family," he smiled, pulling me into an awkward side hug. "Thanks chief," I sighed, trying not to let my emotions get the better of me as he sat me down in his office, which isn't good news.

I've seen too many people come out of here crying. And not from losing their jobs.

He cleared his throats and sighed. "Kaylie, while you were in the bathroom, there was a response," he said and I felt my heart lurch. "And? Is it good news?" I asked and he hesitated before shaking his head sadly, leaving my stomach in knots and my eyes filling with tears. "What happened?" He ran a hand over his face before he said, "Well . . . they were leaving and there was another gunman. They shot at one of the civilians and Officer Urie jumped in front of them . . . he's in the hospital now. They tried to shoot another person and Officer Taylor jumped in front of them. I'm sorry to say he's in critical condition."

I stood up and said, "Look, Chief, I'm sorry but I gotta leave. For one, that's my family, for two, I wouldn't be able to do my job." He smiled sadly in reassurance, "Its perfectly ok. In fact, I was gonna tell you to go anyway. I know what it's like to have something like this happen." He looked over to the picture of his sister. I only met her once before she was sent on the call that took her life. He turned back to me with a hopeless look in his eyes, "If anything happens to them like it did her, I'll never forgive myself. I don't for what happened to Emma." He sighed sadly and I felt bad for wanting to jet out of this conversation to go to my family.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure they're ok. And even if they're not, I'll still forgive you. You didn't know, for either of them. I'm sure Emma wouldn't want you to beat yourself up this way, Chief. I'll call you with news."

I heard him faintly respond as I ran out the door and out to my car.

~~

It was a flurry of confusion at the hospital. First, the dumb bitch didn't know what room they were in, even though I clearly told her their names, then she says, "Wait what names did you say?"

I sighed impatiently, seeing as she's spent the last five minutes arguing that they weren't here. "Brendon Urie and Jackson Taylor," I said through clenched teeth. "Oh!" She smiled brightly, "They're in room 501."

I inhaled sharply and bit my lip so I wouldn't say anything.

I went over to the elevator and pressed the 5 button. It took a while because it was an old elevator (aka my worst nightmare) and I bit my lip even more as a nervous habit.

When it got to the floor I needed to be on, I literally jumped out and went to the room which was just around the corner. I knocked on the door, seeing as there was a nurse inside, and sighed in relief when she greeted me with a smile.

"Hi, I'm here to see Brendon and Jackson," I rushed hastily and she smiled lightly. "Of course, but may I ask the relation?"

"Oh... um, yeah," I said with a nervous laugh, adding, "I'm Brendon's girlfriend and Jackson's sister." She nodded, stepping aside. "Mr. Urie's been asking for you. Mr. Taylor is still asleep, but he should be awake in the morning," she told me before going into another patient's room.

I stepped into the room, just out of Brendon's view, and noticed a curtain going down the middle of the room. "Dammit, Nurse, you better have Kaylie with you or I'm gonna fucking–" he stopped short as I stepped into view with a smirk.

His bruised face lit up happily and he held out his arms like a little kid. "Kaylie!" He exclaimed, his previous threat forgotten. I laughed and ran over to his bed, allowing him to pull me into the tightest hug he could manage.

"How bad is it?" I asked and I felt him hesitate. He sighed and pulled away, moving his shirt up. I seen a huge bandage around his hip, but I could also see a purple bruise around it. "Oof," I winced, feeling the pain even though it didn't happen to me. "How bad is Jax?" I asked, jerking my thumb in my brother's direction. Brendon hesitated and I sighed, putting my hand over his.

He looked up at me as he took my hand in his. "He got hit in the ribs. It skimmed his skin, but it hit him hard enough to shatter a few ribs. He's gonna have surgery tomorrow afternoon."

I sighed, "Well, I knew it was dangerous to fall in love and work with police officers. And letting my older brother become one." I sighed and bit my lip as I looked over at him. "Poor Jax," I said and put my hand over my face.

"Hey, Kay, its ok," Brendon said and hugged me again. "It will be as long as I've got you, Bren. And you too, Jackson," I mumbled and fell asleep at his side.

Does the title make sense now? Cool. If not . . . cool. I guess. Anyway, I'm kinda glad my brother failed the test to be a police officer last summer. If something like this happened to him, I think I would die.
~Poison 👻